Monster Love

I embrace my bleak solitude yesterday, it had a different face a monster crept into my space asking for only water and food he was cold—I held him close Worship served at the bed table the platter held intense passion we ate from the tray—no ration sensuously and sexually unstable no food for the collateral heart Nowhere can you find the why leaving me alone with damage how do I go on and manage hope he dies—then I sigh-- hurt is what I really want He returns to me aroused I resist but still want him deep adoration, no whim my lover and I fought-- quickly he left after my eye bluish, scarlet loving punch